Breaking The Mafia Lord's Golden Cage

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amatic, Elena. I

was breathing down my neck about the feds, and now my wife was standing in front of my de

ual softness. "Is that what you call it when your

d snap

always cried when she was upset. It was one of the things I liked about her; she wa

" I said, keeping my voice dead even. Th

h, Dante. Jade

nd the sex was aggressive in a way Elena's never was, b

"She probably bought a replica. She's obsessed with the lifesty

s she's

room as if sucked

ver her. Usually, this worked. My physical prese

ngerous register. "It has nothing to do with us. It has nothing to do with my p

e ash in her mouth. "Is that all I am? A dut

und you." I gestured to the penthouse, the sprawling view of the Chicago skyline glittering behind the glass. "You want

t a di

e air between us, ab

und. "A divorce? People like us don't get divorced, Elena.

d onto the desk. It slid across the mahogany surfa

s collection. Take a week to cool off. When yo

a second, I saw something in her eyes I had never see

ante," she said. "I

t, and by tomorrow morning, she'd be wearing the card out. She had nowhere else to go. She was

na

hop. He thought a piece of

only lawyer in the city brave enough-or crazy enough-to go against the

in, her fingers tight on the steering wheel. "Once we start

id, staring straight ah

assets fast. Before h

what I came in with. My grandmother's inherit

om the passenger seat. "It's done. T

tared back at me. The photo was me, but

Ver

n name. Hope was what I had lost,

e had posted a photo. She was on a private jet-Dante's jet. The capt

The one wives were usually invited t

the final

jewelry district

airport," she argued, glanc

run. I'm not leaving this city with this ring on my finger

ing a marriage. I